Rough Diamond ~ 8 BTS Members

💜Chapter Twenty-Nine💜

Sorry about the wait, I've been writing another book to post and I'm going to make a good few chapters before I upload it.

I was now a month pregnant.

The weight of that reality settled over me as I stepped off the plane from China, disoriented but grateful to be back in Seoul. Jackson was beside me, as usual, his reassuring presence keeping me steady.

Namjoon and the rest of BTS already knew about my pregnancy. Jungkook had told them after asking my permission. I'd been so nervous, worrying about their reactions. Would they be disappointed in me? Angry? But to my surprise, they'd been supportive. Jimin and Hoseok had reacted with shock, even anger, at first, but they quickly softened, their protective sides kicking in. They hugged me and told me it would all be okay.

Even Band PD was aware now, and he'd asked to meet with me and Namjoon as soon as I got back. That thought alone made my heart race; I couldn't shake the nerves that came with facing him.

"Where are we meeting them?" Jackson's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Namjoon said he'd meet us at arrivals," I replied with a shrug, glancing around the busy terminal.

Jackson rolled his eyes with a playful grin. "This way, clueless," he said, gently steering me in the right direction. I followed, feeling a flush of embarrassment. I'd always been terrible with directions, and airports—especially ones as big as Incheon—were like mazes to me.

The corridors were packed, bustling with travelers from all over the world. Shops lined the walls, flashing advertisements for luxury goods, makeup, perfumes, snacks, and books. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and pastries wafted through the air, mingling with the sterility of airport floors and luggage rubber. The noise was overwhelming, a chaotic mix of announcements, chatter, and the rolling wheels of suitcases.

Finally, I spotted Namjoon standing off to the side, looking around for us. A small crowd had gathered nearby, probably fans hoping to catch a glimpse of him. When he saw me, his face lit up, and I felt a rush of warmth. No matter how complicated things got, Namjoon always had a way of grounding me.

"Bye, Y/N," Jackson said, pulling me into a quick hug. "Text me when you get home, okay?"

I smiled, touched by his concern. "I will. Thanks for everything, Oppa."

As he headed off, I walked over to Namjoon, who opened his arms, pulling me into a warm embrace.

"Hey, you ready to head out?" he asked softly, squeezing my shoulder.

"Yeah. Are we going straight home?" I asked, stifling a yawn. The exhaustion was catching up with me—early flights, jet lag, and the weight of everything else hanging over me.

"Not quite. Do you need to pick up more meds?"

"I do, actually," I admitted as we started walking through the bustling terminal.

"Alright, we'll stop at the hospital on the way." He studied me carefully. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, really," I said, shrugging. I didn't want to worry him, even though I knew I looked as tired as I felt.

"No morning sickness? Headaches? Backaches?" he pressed, sounding like a concerned older brother.

I chuckled lightly. "Now that you mention it..."

We reached the car, where Yoongi was waiting in the driver's seat. His calm presence made me feel even more at ease; somehow, Yoongi had this grounding energy that made everything seem a little less chaotic.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted as I climbed into the backseat.

"Hi, Oppa." I buckled my seatbelt, the movement feeling strangely heavy. I hadn't realized how drained I was until now.